Jiang Cheng's hand was wrapped in Shen Que's palm.
One big, one small; warm and soft against rough and hard.
Jiang Cheng lowered his head, pulled out a hand, and played with Shen Que's fingers.
His fingers were very long, if he hadn't trained them, they could have been hand model material.
Now, his hands were rough, and the joints had grown larger.
"Not as good-looking as yours."
Shen Que hooked Jiang Cheng's finger.
Jiang Cheng looked up, his fingertip sliding across the lines of Shen Que's palm.
"These are all medals."
With one sentence from Jiang Cheng, Shen Que's heart was instantly set aflame.
The desire to marry him grew even stronger.
Perhaps it was Shen Que's fiery gaze, but Jiang Cheng intuitively asked, "Do you want to marry me?"
"I do!"
Shen Que said without hesitation.
Jiang Cheng pretended to think for a while, then suddenly smiled at Shen Que.
"Actually, I do too."
"But you've decided on the engagement, I'll decide the date to register, okay?"
"Okay!"
